Older lives have stories. They have experienced the war of resistance, famine, massacre, and many other things that we may not be able to experience in our next life.
It was an afternoon, and the sun was shining outside the door - we were sitting in the side yard of an old house that had been transformed into a scenic spot, and now it is a quiet teahouse.
She spoke softly, the wrinkles on her face like medals left by time. .
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